After Party

She held the internal cups in place,
as I opened the minute buttons,
that lay the length of her spine.

My heart raced, my breath quickened as more
creamy perfection, revealed itself
and a hint of exotic scent...teased.

My fingers worked in automation,
my eyes drawn to the base of her neck.
She stood, head tilted slightly forward.

I leaned, my lips brushing, feather light,
from her collar out to her shoulder,
absorbing her stuttering sobs.

My hand, snaked over her left shoulder,
and grasping her throat, pulled her face back
around toward my hungry lips.

Covering hers, our tongues lazily
explored, delving ever more deeply...
Her fingers slid into my hair

Freed from its Governess, the black silk
sighed, almost silently, to the floor,
as our appetite grew stronger.

My right hand, moved swiftly, yet smoothly,
to cup a breast, a nipple hardening
in my palm, eliciting moans.

She pulled back, looking into my eyes.
No words were required, no debate!
Where desire led...we followed!